A Night of Service

Back at your home in King's Landing, Lawrence, the Captain of your Guard, was kyijg naked in your bed. His hairy, fat body, and he had already removed his wooden teeth. You stripped before climbing onto your bed to start sucking his fat, hairy nuts. His grunts were slurred by his lack of teeth, but the condescension was always present.

His gums are soft as they gnaw on your large tits while you sit on his lap and guide his hard cock into your pussy.

Lawrence had never treated you as a proper Lady, and the way he smacks your arse makes it clear he has no intention of starting. The sound of your cheeks clapping from your bouncing, and his slapping of your thick cheeks fill the air, drowning out your moans of pleasure and his grunts of satisfaction.

When he nears his climax, he grabs your throat and squeezes. You feel weak and light-headed as his hot seed spills into you. He releases you and you fall onto your back.

"Clean yourself up, whore." Lawrence commands, bringing a hand down to slap your freshly fucked cunt after pushing his wooden teeth back in. "And get a mask on. You'll be fucking my men tonight. I was going teeth you get away with sucking, but I lost money on your son reaching the end like he's done."

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"Bloody hell lads! Looks like the Cap'n got us a Tully Bastard!" You're wearing a blue mask and the words remind you again about recent comments about your similarity to the features the Tully women were known for.

Twelve men, all around the same age as your son, circle you and thrust their cocks at you. Kneeling, you wrap your hands around two and take a third in your mouth while the others grope you. Most take turns molesting your breasts, squeezing them roughly. One fingers your pussy, forcing climaxes upon you one after another. You hope the higher pitch voice you're putting on doesn't break, you hope they don't recognise you.

As Lawrence had said, the expectation of the men was to have use of your cunt. So the handjobs and blowjobs were just the appetiser. You hoped you'd squeezed enough loads out of them all to make them only want one turn, but that wasn't to be.

On all fours, riding them.

Pounded from behind.

Sat on their lap, bouncing while they play with your tits.

On your back, them pounding you from above.

On top.

Underneath.

Side by side.

You're just thankful that they never try to remove your mask. At least they don't know they've just fucked their employer.

~○~

You had to wait for the men to leave for the sleeping quarters before you could sneak out and be let back into your own room. Covered in cum and your arse tender from being spanked, you're easily manhandled by a re-energised Lawrence, who bends you over your dresser and makes you look into the mirror, to look at your own face as he fucks you in the arse.

"Fucking whore... I should let them know it's you... don't deserve... high!" He grunts and pulls out to cover your back in his cum. With that, he leaves you to rest.

You dream. In the dream, you're sat with the King and Lady Sansa. Only the King is dressed. With a snap of his fingers, you and Sansa stand, and you notice that both of you are heavy with child. Little beads of milk drip from your milk-laden udders and Sansa closes in with you to start kissing before the King snaps his fingers again, revealing his hard cock. The pair of you move to-

-the rooster outside crows and you reluctantly rise to see a new day.